Your Personal Touch
Technology advanced, men losing reins
Identity fast fading,in our shrinking globe
Faster than we gain speed and control
We write in fonts some one designed.
Wish I, for a letter from that old sling bag
A fulfillment as I hear the postman’s bell
As the waiting turns to delightful throbs
When I open to your sweet words of love.
The smell gathered by a long trail in days
The little crumbled envelope that I hold
First to my heart and to the lips as I behold
Then open slowly not to tear your words.
Your words flow sweetly to my heart to stay
I can see your lips whispering to its depth
Echoing pain in each word that 'am far away
Each word warming my cold anxious mind.
Waking to the realm of your abundant love
Soul rekindles seeing mark of your hand-
Imprinted those sweet words love guided
Dancing before my eyes with lively steps.
I could know the depth of your concern
As I see the stains of the tears that blot
Between the lines you tried so badly hide
And my love , easily you could make me cry.
Than these e mails missing your very touch.
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